#dobashi x souya

[panndesal]

//DobashiSou, bottom Souya, top Dobashi, non-con, breeding, omega Souya, alpha Dobashi, a/b/o AU, OOC for obvious reasons, brief somnophilia, impregnation

Thinking about Dobashi going into rut one night while staying over at Souya. They usually sleep in the same room because it's not an issue even with their secondary genders—they're only vaguely aware of sexual urges associated with being an alpha and omega. Besides, they usually go straight to the board after preparing in the morning anyway.

That's why they didn't know that prolonged intimate proximity with the other gender does kindle instincts to go into heat and rut. The alpha has been coming over frequently for two months now. And while in the back of his head he noted that the scent in the room was growing a bit sweeter and colder recently, he chalked it up to winter entering its height. For his part, Dobashi always maintained an even level of scent during his visits, focusing intently on their research.

If one day in January, he happens to be a bit more distracted than usual, perhaps it was because of his mother's earlier nagging to get a girlfriend soon. Dobashi apologized for being unfocused and the pair moved on to studying older games instead, before deciding to sleep.

Souya rested peacefully, unaware of the growls and shuffling coming from the other side of the room. Deaf to the footsteps that approached his futon, hands peeling off the covers and spreading his legs to accommodate the warm body of an alpha. Thin panties drenched with slick were shoved to the side and thick tongue and fingers entered to map the omega's hot core. It didn't take long for the omega to orgasm, being in heat himself. And that was how Souya awoke, a mewl on his lips and teary eyes meeting Dobashi's half-lidded ones. The alpha looked dazed and was panting, uncaring of the slick painting the lower half of his face to his chest.

Weak fingers reached out to wrench the hands unfastening the belt of Souya's indoor kimono, but ultimately failed. Dobashi raked his eyes over the expanse of flushed, pale skin. Pink teats were perked, attracting lips to tease the nubs, and the omega's waif waist looked like perfect handles for when the alpha would drag Souya's body back and forth on his fat cock.

The omega himself looked downright feverish, as if he doesn't know whether to claw the alpha's face off or wrap his milky thighs around that strong back to urge the alpha into breeding him to submission. But before he could make a choice, Dobashi took those wandering hands in a grip and used his other hand to align his cock with the omega's pussy. With a rough shove of his hips, Dobashi breached the entrance, feeling an eruption of slick from the place where he connected with the omega.

Souya's face as the alpha entered him was sublime. Mouth opening in a silent scream, teary eyes looking on with fear and betrayal. He rarely entered heats, and if he did, he relied on toys designed to ride out the fever. Who knew that the alpha he knew for a long time, who he thought was the closest he could call as a friend, would also be one to take advantage of him during a vulnerable time. As he never mingled with the others, he hadn't taken pills for situations like this. But now, as he feels himself lulled into a state of submission, he thinks he might just get pregnant from the encounter.

Dobashi maintained a single-minded focus of carving out a seat for himself inside the omega. With Souya completely pliant for the alpha to fuck, Dobashi's hands were free to wander along the omega's body. Lips quickly latched onto an elegant neck, and kisses were peppered from the sensitive, sex-pink scent gland down to rosy nipples. His hands were busy grabbing the omega's waist back and forth, curiosity piqued by how his hands easily encompassed the breadth. Finally, his eyes locked on the flat plane of Souya's stomach, inner alpha displeased about how it was too flat for his liking. At that thought, Dobashi's pace quickened, knot forming at the base of his cock while his omega whines in anticipation.

Yes, perhaps Souya should appear more rounded out. Fed more properly by an alpha ready to give him anything. Especially since the omega would soon need nutrition for two.

For two? Three? The omega would look better swollen with his children, yes. Carefully shuffling around the house, peacefully reading books to their children. Would their children be good at shogi too? However many they would be, or however they would look like, Dobashi and Souya's children would be brilliant.

That final thought drove the alpha to shove his knot in the warm wet hole, finally erupting spurts of cum in a seemingly endless stream. Maybe he's more depraved than he thought, mindlessly taking note of how long he's been coming. Souya cries out in a final orgasm before passing out, milking the alpha's cock for the last drops of virile cum.

"Interesting", Dobashi mutters, as he carefully watches as his omega's stomach slightly distend from the load.

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// nsfw, OOC for obvious reasons, bottom souya, top dobashi, top shimada, omegaverse, omega souya, alpha dobashi, alpha shimada, souya has a pussy, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, blowjobs, squirting, sex in front of the shogi board

[Dobashi]

Souya likes testing the limits of Dobashi's concentration.

Sometimes he'd greet the alpha at the doorway to his room in nothing but a soft, loose yukata. Then, once both have settled in front of the shogiban, the omega would sit on his lap, slick building over Dobashi's trousers as Souya presses his hot core over the alpha's rapidly hardening cock.

They play like nothing's out of the ordinary. Even if it's driving Dobashi mad—how Souya's wet pussy would slide over his clothed erection every time he has to reach for a piece, how the sex pink skin on the side of the omega's neck steadily douses the room with the scent of winter and lavender (fuck it would be so easy to just dive in and claim—) and how Souya's waist is just right there, reminding him how perfect it felt in his grip as he drives his cock inside the omega like he's shaping Souya's body to accept only him. Ruining him for anyone else.

At some point, Dobashi returns the challenge. The obi would come loose and a hand would occasionally run over pink teats, as Souya shivers ever so slightly at the exposure. Another hand would make its way down, fingers easily sliding in hot, sticky warmth. And the omega would softly cry and throw his head back on his shoulders.

Dobashi then peppers that porcelain neck with kisses, attention still fixed on the board.

On some nights, Dobashi takes Souya in front of the board like this. The alpha draped over Souya's back and hips pistoning in the single-minded pursuit to keep the omega's pussy jammed with cock and cum. Souya, with all his experience as the Meijin, has his concentration tested by the relentless waves of pleasure that threatens to consume him. This is bad—if things go on, he wonders if he'll be able to sit in front of a shogi board and not think about how good it feels to think of nothing but Dobashi's warm chest against his back, his tongue tracing his neck and moving to the shell of his ear, calloused hands on his waist and that thick cock repeatedly claiming his womb as if it's a seat reserved for only him.

Dobashi is getting close, from how his thrusts gain speed and the base of his cock swells. Souya thinks his pussy must be deep pink and swollen by now from the endless rutting, filthy with precum frothing around the lips and slick dripping down his thighs. Finally, the omega feels the familiar build up of pressure inside. And Dobashi, the ever-observant man that he is, presses fingers to play with Souya's clit just in time to coax him into orgasm, the spray of slick narrowly missing the board.

The tightness of his omega's pussy drove him into wildly thrusting his cock, jamming his knot inside the abused hole before painting Souya's womb with copious amounts of virile alpha cum. Dobashi freed his teeth from where he had bitten Souya's shoulders in the climax, and gently laid their bodies down on the tatami to catch their breath.

Both of them barely registered that the game was abandoned a long time ago. No matter, there are still plenty of opportunities in the future to meet and play with each other.

[Shimada]

There's so much strength behind Shimada's frail, lanky appearance. This speaks about both the enduring spirit that helped Shimada get through the rough rides in his life and how, well, Shimada is really just strong physically, having been used to hard labor. Shogi hardly requires physical movements other than stretching the arm to move pieces on the board. So at times like these, Souya gets to appreciate Shimada's surprising strength and everything else that makes up the other man.

The first time the omega had wandered into his home was after a drinking party. Souya, having just turned Meijin at 21, wasn't at all used to alcohol. Half a glass and he's stumbling over to get to the sink of the bathroom. If it weren't for Shimada catching him on time, he'd have hit his head hard and found himself with another type of headache other than a hangover tomorrow. Jingujii entrusted Souya to Shimada, with the last train to Kyoto no doubt having left the station. And the night passed into morning just like that. Through the buzz of the alcohol, Souya remembers Shimada's reassuring shoulders and gentle hands.

Sometimes after that, the omega would find himself on Shimada's doorsteps again. There's no alcohol in his system during those visits, just the need to see the other man. And with the alpha immediately ushering him inside and pressing him against the same door with urgent lips on his own, Souya likes to think Shimada has been wanting to see him too.

There's hardly any pattern to this dance. Souya, still clothed, on his knees in the hallway with Shimada's cock leaking cum down his throat. The alpha bending him over the counter to lap and sink his tongue into sopping wet folds. Sometimes sat against the walls with Shimada hastily spreading Souya's legs, taking his cock in hand to run it over the omega's leaking pussy. Slick and precome collects on the head before Shimada shoves his cock in the tight, wet hole. At the rough intrusion, Souya's head hits the wall and Shimada kisses his neck in apology.

In all this, Souya admires Shimada's strength the most in his arms. Soon, Shimada lifts the omega by the waist to carry him to the bedroom. Souya barely has time to settle on the futon before arms push his thighs to his chest, and a hot girth returns inside him like Shimada is meant to make Souya's body his home. At the new angle, Shimada's cock gets forced into the omega's cervix with each thrust. Souya's breath is stolen in between harsh kisses and nips to his neck, while his throat could only produce soft moans and calls for the alpha.

Then Shimada would have Souya ride him. With the omega's stamina, the position is less of Souya flexing his thighs around Shimada's waist—but more of the alpha gripping Souya's waist to force him to take his cock again and again. From his view, Souya gets to admire Shimada's straining arms as he lifts and drops the omega to meet his thrusts.

He couldn't hear, but he imagined it anyway, the room filled with nothing but moans, grunts and the filthy sound of skin against skin. From what he could remember, Shimada has a slightly rough but nevertheless handsome voice.

How he wishes he could hear it in the throes of passion, as he dedicates his body to bringing them both into climax.

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Everyone sleeping on Dobashi x Souya, when the former has been mentioned to be sleeping over at Souya's after studying shogi, and they literally laughed geeking over the game during the title match because they realized even more possibilities to the game

I still can't believe that just a few more episodes after the season 2 finale, we could've had the Meijin title match with these two agh